Chapter 1702: Chapter 46: This Body Is a Sheath (Bonus for 32 Moon Tickets)
“Ah! Woo!”
Fang Helling let out aningless howls from his mouth, not even knowing what he was shouting. It was just a kind of emotion with no outlet, urging him to roar.
Like a trapped beast, like an injured dog.
He was the injured dog trapped in a cage, but he still wanted to go mad, to roar, to fight.
His strongest power was suppressed within, and his broken swordsmanship stopped at the surface.
But the cold gleam between his fingers was already held in his hand.
He leaped high.
He still had a dagger, still had fists, still had teeth…
He was not without anything.
The painful heart grew even more painful.
Blood-red eyes grew even blood-redder.
“Ah!”
He shouted nearly frantically, but not with a complete syllable.
This world was blood-red.
And he himself was as pale as bones.
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!
His anger and hatred burned at such a high frequency.
Yet a hand reached over, hovering in front of his brow, stopping him.
Like an eagle holding down a chick.
He even saw that process.
That person calmly lifted his right hand and then raised his palm, directly facing him. That palm, by chance, hovered in front of his brow.
And at this mont, Fang Helling realized he couldn’t move.
That hand hovering in front of his brow seed to take over his body and freeze his fate.
His whole person, in a diving posture, was frozen mid-air.
Like a kite hung on a string.
And that person looked up at him.
These were gentle, indifferent, yet distant and mysterious eyes.
Fang Helling felt inexplicably that he seed to be penetrated to the depths of his soul.
But he clearly rembered, Zhang Linchuan’s eyes were not like this.
When wearing the Bai Gu mask, Zhang Linchuan’s eyes were slightly proud and aloof, fully matching the image of a Daoist school genius from the three big surnas. After putting on the Bai Gu mask, only indifference remained.
He believed the latter was the real Zhang Linchuan.
Not heartless, but completely devoid of emotion.
Apart from what he seeks, everything else is irrelevant.
Then why has he beco like this?
Fang Helling desperately thought, in endless pain, silently mobilizing his Divine Skills.
“Your heart seems to increase my pain.”
The man who subdued him with just a raised hand still looked at him, his tone seemingly with a sigh: “But it really has no room to increase.”
Fang Helling was greatly shocked!
Not only because his secret actions were noticed.
More because the hatred Divine Skill he exerted with all his might failed to stir even a ripple!
And also…
What does it an “the pain in the heart already has no room to increase”?
“You who personally killed your entire family, can actually feel pain?” Fang Helling stared at the other side fiercely, hoarsely asked.
If he could, he wished to bite through this person’s throat, drink all this person’s blood!
And to his surprise—
The person before him, with those gentle, indifferent, yet distant and mysterious eyes, actually had a montary ripple.
He actually saw a flash of sorrow in this person’s eyes!
Zhang Linchuan… Zhang Linchuan could actually feel sorrow?
“I rember…”
In his shock and doubt, Fang Helling heard the person in front of him say: “You are from the Fang Family.”
Fang Helling was stunned.
Could Zhang Linchuan be so unfamiliar with him?
No.
Because before Zhang Linchuan wore that Bai Gu mask, they had already interacted many tis. He himself had repeatedly extended friendliness, and back then, Zhang Linchuan was always at a distance neither too close nor too far.
No matter how much he looked down on him, he wouldn’t forget him.
Then could Zhang Linchuan purposely act unfamiliar to humiliate him?
Definitely not.
Because he… was not even qualified to be humiliated by him.
“You are not Zhang Linchuan!” Fang Helling’s blood-red eyes regained a trace of clarity: “Who are you?”
Then he heard, the man in front of him who looked exactly like Zhang Linchuan, softly say: “You may call Wang Nianxiang.”
The other person ntioned the Fang Family.
Besides the old acquaintances of Fenglin City, no one would care about so damn Fang Family in Fenglin City. Even Fenglin City itself was just so nonsense.
So Fang Helling confird that the person opposite should also be from Fenglin City.
But…
Wang Nianxiang?
He only knew one Wang Changxiang, an outstanding disciple of Maple Forest City Daoist Academy, who later went to the County Taoist Institute.
He tried hard to curry favor with Zhang Linchuan, but he was not familiar with Wang Changxiang, because Wang Changxiang was always focused on cultivating and doing tasks, and there were not many opportunities to interact.
He roughly only knew that Wang Changxiang had an elder brother, who was a wastrel unable to cultivate, living almost reclusively in the Wang Clan’s territory, rarely showing his face. Other than that, he didn’t know much.
If he hadn’t rembered wrong, that person should be called Wang Changji…
Who is Wang Nianxiang?
As if seeing through his confusion, the person in front continued: “I am Wang Changxiang’s brother.”
Wang Changxiang’s brother…
Nianxiang…
Fang Helling later never went to Zhuang Country nor sought out old acquaintances in Fenglin City, so he didn’t know what happened to Wang Changxiang in the end.
Before today, he always thought that Wang Changxiang should still be in the Qinghe County Taoist Institute, living the life he once longed for. Climbing step by step, becoming a respected strong man, a man above n… of course now it seems, all of it was just being a lapdog for that bastard Zhuang Ting.
But regardless of what happened to Wang Changxiang, how did that wastrel Wang Changji, who couldn’t cultivate, beco so powerful? How did he beco what he is now?
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